The Time of Rebirth at the End of the World

Memories of that year of apocalyptic life came flooding back to her mind, and the increasingly clear memories gave her a splitting headache. "No! No! There's something different!" Mo Yuetian looked painful and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his voice hoarse. The look in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a depth as deep as the universe, making people fall into despair just one look at it.